Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

The next day was Sun Jiajun's thank-you banquet for his teachers.

Old Sun said yesterday that anyone else could skip the meal, but as his deskmate and best friend, he absolutely had to come; otherwise, the meal wouldn't start.

Lin Zhao was surprised to have such influence and readily agreed.

I got up early to wash and dress.

Just as Dad was about to leave for work, breakfast was left on the table as usual.

Lin Zhao was still sleepy, but she woke up instantly when she saw her father's outfit.

"Why are you wearing this again? What happened to the new clothes I bought for you?" he said, displeased.

Lin Haidong didn't even look up: "I'm not used to wearing it!"

He left behind four words, picked up his briefcase, and stepped out the door.

One second.

The door closing sound that I had expected did not come.

Lin Zhao raised an eyebrow and looked towards the door.

Dad came back, his face grim, and said, "There's two thousand yuan on the table. Buy yourself some clothes... school starts soon!"

Before anyone could reply, the door slammed shut.

Lin Zhao was delighted and went to the dining table.

He stuffed the soggy fried dough stick into his mouth, then reached under the plate for the red banknotes—a stack of them, both new and old, neither too thick nor too thin.

Actually, the living expenses were just given to me two days ago.

Old Lin clearly felt that his son had spent a lot of money buying him clothes, and was afraid that he wouldn't have enough, so he spent a lot of money to buy gold coins.

Lin Zhao shook his head helplessly: "That old Deng is quite arrogant!"

……

Because of the bandage on my head, it's really inconvenient for me to wash my hair myself.

Lin Zhao went to the barbershop in the morning to enjoy a head massage.

After trimming her long hair slightly and matching it with the new clothes she bought yesterday, Lin Zhao was very satisfied with her new look.

Being young is great.

With a face full of collagen, he looks handsome straight out of the camera. Even the gauze around his forehead makes him look youthful, like a specially styled headband.

At 11 o'clock, we arrived at the Xitiandeng Hotel.

in the lobby.

When Sun's parents, who were greeting guests, saw him, their eyes widened in surprise, and then they both strode over with great pride and high spirits.

Seeing this, Lin Zhao thought he had made a big mistake and instinctively wanted to run away.

The couple rushed up and grabbed his hand, their eyes filled with tears of emotion.

Sun Jiajun looked helpless behind his parents.

"Xiao Lin, you've finally arrived! Auntie has been waiting for you all morning. Is your head injury alright?" Xie Meijuan asked with concern, reaching out to touch his head.

Lin Zhao was not used to such intimacy and awkwardly dodged away.

"Thank you, Auntie. I just went to change the dressing yesterday. The doctor said it's healing very well, and the stitches should be removed in about a week."

"Oh dear, thank goodness!"

Tears welled in Xie Meijuan's eyes, revealing her genuine worry and concern. "When Jiajun told me about your car accident that day, I was so scared my legs went weak! Thank goodness you woke up, otherwise, not to mention your dad, I would have cried myself to death..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Sun Qingcheng, standing nearby, quickly nudged her and said, "You! The child is right here, why are you crying? It's a joyous occasion!"

Xie Meijuan smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Lin Zhao quickly replied, "Yes, Auntie, I'm alright now. This is what they call 'a lucky escape from death brings good fortune'!"

The couple nodded repeatedly, both smiling as they repeated the phrase.

Sun Jiajun suddenly remarked, "This is what they call 'good people don't live long, but bad people live a long life'..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Meijuan shoved him away, nearly causing him to fall into a flowerpot.

Sun Qingcheng, holding Lin Zhao's hand, suddenly became emotional: "Lin Zhao, good child, our Sun Jiajun got into university thanks to you. Ever since he became your deskmate, his grades have been steadily improving. He used to struggle to get into a second-tier university, but now he's gotten into Shanghai Jiao Tong University... I've lived this long and haven't seen many university students, let alone those from prestigious universities... I never expected my son to get into a top university. I'm truly grateful to you..."

The words were spoken sincerely, but Lin Zhao's cheeks twitched as she listened.

"By the way, Xiaolin, has your acceptance letter arrived?"

"Uh, we've arrived..."

"Which university was it again?" Sun Qingcheng asked expectantly. "I've been so worried about you being in the hospital that I forgot to ask about your college entrance exam scores. Your grades are so much better than Sun Jiajun's; if he got into Shanghai Jiao Tong University, you should at least get into Fudan University, right?"

"..."

Lin Zhao clenched her back teeth again and again.

If it weren't for the sincerity in this uncle's eyes, one would really suspect that he was deliberately being sarcastic and making fun of him.

My grades are indeed much better than Sun Jiajun's.

In their second-best class, he was always number one, and his scores in mock exams were around 580, so getting into a top university was no problem.

She performed well in the college entrance examination, scoring 587. She applied to the journalism program at East China University of Science and Technology as her first choice and was successfully admitted.

Of course, all of this happened before Lin Zhao transmigrated here.

Lin Zhao has no idea why her parallel world self would apply to a university in Shanghai, or why it would be such a bizarre situation as to be applying to a science and engineering school for a humanities major.

But he didn't care.

He had never been to university, so every campus was equally exciting to him.

But for my deskmate, whose grades were average, his luck suddenly turned around in the college entrance examination, and he scored nearly 80 points higher than usual and was unexpectedly admitted to a prestigious university.

No matter how Lin Zhao tried to process it, she still found it outrageous!

Faced with the sincere gratitude of Sun's parents, Lin Zhao's smile was more like a grimace.

Enter the banquet hall.

Sun Jiajun finally had a chance to get close to his brother, but was knocked away by Lin Zhao's elbow.

"Get lost, you traitor!"

"..."

Sun Jiajun was speechless; this guy had quite a temper.

"No, are you really angry?"

"What do you say? Being a 'lucky guy' is no excuse; the 'King of Rolling' will die a horrible death!"

"..."

After this period of intensive instruction, Sun Jiajun had mastered the concept of these two words and was deeply shocked by his brother's thought process.

"No, I'm not lying to you, I really didn't study secretly! I just got incredibly lucky and scored over 80 points higher than usual!"

Sun Jiajun explained with a serious face.

Lin Zhao clutched her chest and collapsed, crying, "Stop talking, stop talking, my heart isn't feeling well, I need to die for a bit..."

This lifeless appearance left Sun Jiajun speechless.

He is now completely speechless in this situation.

He wasn't lying; he hadn't expected to do so well on the test, as his estimated score after the exam was around 550.

Who would have thought that when the scores came out, they would score a whopping 638?

Sun Jiajun would rather believe that the answer sheet was wrong than believe that he actually scored so high, with each subject scoring more than ten points higher than expected.

The most terrifying thing is Chinese language; you can get full marks on your essay.

It's really true: I know all the answers on the test, and I guess all the right ones!

As soon as the scores came out, my parents went to pay respects to the ancestors of the Sun family overnight.

The homeroom teacher called to congratulate him, laughing so hard his voice was hoarse, and kept saying that he had long seen that Jiajun had unlimited potential...

In the class group chat, students reported their scores to each other.

Lin Zhao hadn't been in the car accident yet. Seeing that Sun Jiajun hadn't said anything for a while, she thought he had failed his exam, so she quickly called to comfort him.

After stammering for a while, the kid finally said he scored 638.

Lin Zhao almost choked to death on her own saliva!

Oh shit!

I'm afraid my brother will do poorly on the exam, but I'm also afraid he'll get into Peking University.

May that dog die a horrible death!!

Although Sun Jiajun did not get into Peking University, he did get into Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

Actually, I didn't have high hopes when I applied to universities, since the admission score for Shanghai Jiao Tong University last year was 20 points higher than 638.

I don't know if it's because there are fewer applicants this year or something else.

After being assigned to an unpopular major, Sun Jiajun received his admission notice in a rather dramatic way.

Lin Zhao had already traveled through time.

Looking at the photos his brother sent him on QQ, he was completely stunned.

I've seen people with great luck, but I've never seen anyone this lucky! Those huge, double eyelids are just like those of Europeans!

Lin Zhao has played domineering CEOs for so many years, but she has never dared to feel this good!

He originally didn't care which university he attended.

But seeing that his brother's school was several levels higher than his own, the acceptance letter he hadn't even warmed in his hand suddenly lost its appeal.

"Wait...is this right? I've traveled through parallel worlds, I should be the protagonist!"